Remember, the darkest hour of all is the hour before dawn.

A chilly and strong wind from the North woke me up. No idea what time it was but spontaneously thought it would be in the middle of the night. The sky I saw from my window was still sheer dark and that's why I thought so. Yet it was 4:00 as I turned to the clock and realised - it was the darkest hour before day.


Long forgotten memories are back in my head just out of the blue. Although they no longer distract nor suffer me, what I remembered was the long insomniac nights I was desperately waiting for the sun to rise. The times when my hopelessness seemed eternal and I couldn't find a way out of the living hell. I was there, yes I was there, in the circumstances where all my dreams were shattered. I was in the long tunnel, dark and empty, and never thought I would see the light at the end. In reality I would survive each day but don't know how. I was in my early thirties isolated, alienated, and miserably lonely. 


And here again, the sun rises from the East. The darkest hour is over. In this windy morning I feel content. Although I have nothing particular to show off, in the new day dawning my mind is at peace. 


I look at the sky and the clouds floating to and fro in the wind. I don't know what today brings to me but I look forward to it since, I no longer reside in yesterday. I am a new me, died yesterday and born again today.